Li Zhuifeng, who is facing the wind in Yushu, is dressed in white and looks extremely handsome.
"Chasing the wind?"
Jiang Leng was surprised. Soon, his expression that had always been dead turned into a look of joy. He was overjoyed to see his childhood friend again after several years.
"How's it going? You didn't expect it, did you?"
Li Zhuifeng teased and looked at Jiang Leng more seriously. Although he called him brother Jiang, his tone was not as respectful as before. It was just a casual tease.
Jiang Leng's happiness disappeared from his face again. He didn't like to talk, but that didn't mean he was a fool with low emotional intelligence.
Li Zhuifeng's attitude said it all.
"Old... Dean Bai is here too?"
Jiang Leng asked, looking towards the stands to look for the stalwart figure in his memory.
"You don't even want to call me teacher?"
Li Zhuifeng ridiculed: "You are really forgetful. At least everything you have now is given to you by the teacher!"
"You are wrong. Everything I have now was given to me by my teacher!"
Jiang Leng retorted: "And my only teacher is Sun Mo!"
The two men reminisced about old times in a low voice, which made everyone in the audience anxious.
"What's going on? It seems like an old acquaintance?"
Ying Baiwu looked at Li Zhuifeng's frivolous expression and didn't like it: "Jiang Leng doesn't want to be merciful, right?"
"We're all called Brother Jiang, what do you think?"
Tantai Yutang curled his lips, crossed his arms, and looked like he was watching a good show.
"You two, hold the ceremony and fight!"
Tong Yiming urged.
"Li Zhuifeng, please!"
Li Zhuifeng raised his hand casually, and then, without waiting for Jiang Leng to finish speaking, he appeared in front of Jiang Leng like a gust of breeze.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The long sword cuts down, just like swiping a brush and splashing ink, free and freehand.
Many girls in the audience have already begun to scream. This Li Zhuifeng, in terms of appearance alone, is indeed the kind of handsome man who easily attracts fans.
"snort!"
Seeing Li Zhuifeng's casual and rude attitude, Tong Yiming snorted in his heart. This kind of student is a genius, but he is too arrogant and relies on his talent. He must be disciplined, otherwise he will definitely go astray.
Ding!
Jiang Leng held a dagger to block it, but did not take the initiative to attack.
"What's wrong? Where's the quick attack you're good at? Use it and let me see it!"
Li Zhuifeng floated here and there, stabbing or slashing with his long sword, without any trace of fireworks in his movements.
"Are you going to cause trouble?"
Jiang Leng asked in a low voice, still on the defensive.
"Haha, what do you think?"
Li Zhuifeng raised his eyebrows and suddenly accelerated his attack. The long sword instantly changed from a spring breeze to a violent storm, covering Jiang Leng with a fierce murderous aura.
Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!
The sword energy roared vertically and horizontally, creating ravines as wide as a fingernail on the floor.
The bodies of the two people were swaying around. Although there was no physical contact and their weapons only occasionally collided, the danger involved was far more terrifying than when Xuanyuan Po faced off against Ding.
Tong Yiming looked at Dou Zhan and couldn't help but gasped. How old are they that they are already so powerful?
The fighting style of the two men is still a little immature, and their moves may not be very skilled yet, but the tactical ideas, courage, mind, and vision revealed in each movement have already taken shape.
In their youth, many practitioners pursue powerful exercises and build strong bodies. In the eyes of some high-star masters, this is a bit inferior.
A true master teacher tailors his training to suit the student's characteristics, allowing them to form their own fighting ideas and then hone their abilities.
These famous teachers believe that the strength of a cultivator does not lie in the body, but in thinking. When thinking is on the right path from the beginning, it is only a matter of time before achievement is achieved.
The instinct here does not refer to Xuanyuan Po's beast-like intuition, but a kind of thinking, just like solving a problem. Some people do it once, and after mastering the idea, they will know how to start when they encounter this type of problem again.
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"The atmosphere seems to be getting tense?"
Zhang Yanzong was surprised that the big guys on the referee's bench actually stopped talking and were all watching the fight. You must know that even when Xuanyuan Po and Ding Yi were fighting fiercely, they had never watched it so carefully.
"Most people watch fights for excitement!"
"A few people look at ideas and connotations!"
Gu Xiuxun explained.
"What do you mean?"
Zhang Yanzong was puzzled.
"At the level of Liang Hongda and the others, what exciting games have they not seen? They are watching it with gusto now, actually because of the connotation presented in this fight."
Gu Xiuxun also has a few brushes: "For example, some battles are just a limerick, which you can just read, while some battles are famous articles that need to be chewed on."
"Understood!"
Zhang Yanzong suddenly realized it, then he opened his eyes wide and watched carefully, trying to write down every detail. Although he didn't understand it now, he would understand it after watching it a few more times.
But at this moment, Li Zhuifeng suddenly stopped.
"It's boring!"
Li Zhuifeng curled his lips and jumped off the ring.
Wow!
This scene made many viewers scream. What is going on?
"I will not be a monkey and be looked at by you!"
Li Zhuifeng was disdainful, and he had tried it, but if he couldn't kill Jiang Leng without using all his strength, then the battle would be meaningless. After all, he couldn't use all his firepower in this situation.
"Chasing the wind!"
Jiang Leng called for someone.
"Don't worry, we will see you soon!"
Li Zhuifeng smiled evilly, causing many girls to scream.
Sun Mo frowned slightly and activated the Divine Insight Technique.
Li Zhuifeng, thirteen years old.
The potential value is extremely high!
Remarks: The genius among geniuses is one of the best in a million. After being taught by Dean Bai and engraved with new spiritual patterns, his strength has reached a new level.
There are almost no rivals among his peers.
Note, don't try to find his shortcomings, because he has no shortcomings.
"Teacher, Dean Bai may be here!"
Jiang Leng came back and whispered a reminder.
"Um!"
Sun Mo patted Jiang Leng's shoulder: "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything!"
Feeling the warmth of the teacher's big hands, Jiang Leng suddenly felt at ease, yes, I still have a teacher.
With Li Zhuifeng abstaining, the number one player in Group A was born, Jiang Leng.
The game continued, but the big guys like Liang Hongda were a little bored. If they had not been appointed as referees, two of them would have left the meeting directly to recruit Li Zhuifeng.
Xiling Academy, by Linshan Lake.
"how?"
Bai Huazhai was sitting by the lake, with a charcoal pen in his hand, drawing a spiritual pattern.
"It's very strong. The damaged spiritual patterns on his body should have been repaired."
Li Zhuifeng reported back.
"oh!"
Bai Huazhao fell into deep thought and wanted to check Jiang Leng again and then talk to Sun Mo.
It seems that the biggest gain from this visit to Xiling City is not to complete the testing process of the new spiritual pattern, but to meet Jiang Leng again and get to know Sun Mo.
"Maybe from Sun Mo, I can find a way to make the new spiritual pattern a step further!"
Bai Huazhui suddenly looked forward to meeting Sun Mo.
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In Group B, Ying Baiwu came on stage, but before Tong Yiming announced the start of the game, her opponent Wu Guang started to complain.
"It's okay for her to use long-range weapons, but this long bow is obviously holy level. Isn't it too unfair to our opponents?"
Wu Guang's voice was loud, and he still said it towards the stands with a depressed look, just to win sympathy.
He didn't want to win Baiwu in a melee fight with him, he just wanted her to change weapons, otherwise he really had no chance of winning.
Tong Yiming wanted to speak, but Ying Baiwu beat him to it.
"Okay, then I'll change a bow!"
The iron-headed girl didn't care and threw the Wind King Divine Bow to Jiang Leng, then looked at Tong Yiming: "You should have a bow, right? Please get me one?"
"How many stone bows do you use?"
Tong Yiming asked, looking at Ying Baiwu with a smile. He liked this girl's temperament.
"Whatever, as long as it doesn't exceed two stones."
It doesn't matter if you win Baiwu.
"ah?"
Wu Guang was stunned. He thought that he would have to fight a lot to get Ying Baiwu to change weapons. After all, this was related to the first place in Group B, but who knew he would be so straightforward.
Seeing Ying Baiwu's calm expression, Wu Guang suddenly felt a little ashamed. He didn't even think about using weapons to take advantage!
It is because I judge the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.
Soon, a guard handed over an ox-horn longbow.
"Do you want to check it out?"
Tong Yiming asked.
"no, I'm fine!"
Wu Guang quickly refused. The long bow was slung on the guard's body. It looked like it was produced by an ordinary weapons shop.
Three minutes later, both sides completed the ceremony and the game began.
"Stay close, don't give her a chance to shoot!"
Wu Guang's personal teacher yelled, also using this method to put pressure on Ying Baiwu, but unfortunately, he underestimated the iron girl's ability to withstand pressure.
Normally, archers would extend the distance, but this time, Ying Baiwu stood still and fired the bow directly, without even taking out the arrow from the quiver.
"Isn't it?"
Just when the audience was surprised and guessed that Ying Baiwu didn't need arrows with an ordinary long bow, long arrows condensed with spiritual energy were like meteors streaking across the night sky, shooting at Wu Guang.
Wow!
The whole audience exclaimed!
Wu Guang felt despair for a moment. How could he dodge so many arrows? He waved the sword vigorously and twisted out a ball of blades.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The spiritual energy arrows kept collapsing, and the strong impact force also made Wu Guang keep retreating. After receiving this wave of attacks, he saw six arrows appeared on Ying Baiwu's long bow!
Ganli Niang, do you want to fire six arrows at once?
How do I win?
"Abstain! We abstain!"
Wu Guang's personal teacher shouted, he didn't want to see his students being shot.
Hearing this, Ying Baiwu stared at Wu Guang.
"I...I abstain!"
After Wu Guang finished speaking, his face turned red with embarrassment.
Snapped!
The arrow in Ying Baiwu's hand shattered, and then she returned the longbow to the guard and walked back to Sun Mo.
"Hey, your archery skills are at the holy level, right? Intermediate level?"
Wu Guang was curious.
"It's a holy-level product!"
Ying Baiwu frowned slightly, not liking that the teacher's skills were being looked down upon.
"Where did you learn that?"
Wu Guang asked: "It must be a family inheritance, right? What did your ancestor do? Did he make a magic shot?"
"Of course the teacher taught me!"
Ying Baiwu rolled his eyes, "Family history? My family has nothing but a rich and lazy father who wants to sell me to a brothel for money."